Back In Action.

It has certainly been a long while since we have posted anything here; mainly because we have been on vacation with our handsome boyfriend. Before that, it was probably due to straight up laziness, if we’re being honest.

But now that we’re back, and have very little lined up this week, feel free to check back for our random rants, reviews and requiem.

Before we can jump ahead, we have to rewind a bit…

While we were on vacation, a brand new, US Navy guided-missile destroyer, the USS Spruance, was scheduled to dock in the city we were visiting for its formal commissioning. We took that amazing, once in a lifetime coincidence to sail out to sea, meeting the ship halfway to port, and trailing it back in. The sailors aligned the deck, while military boats and helicopters trailed along their path. It was brilliant, beautiful, and something we were proud to be a part of.

The aftermath, of course, was vacationing in the same city where an entire naval company was finally on leave. On an island. We believe there were approximately 370 total crew on the ship, and although Key West is pretty small, we only encountered a few of the men and women who serve our country dutifully.

The first two, we must admit, we hardly remembered meeting. For the record, we had only been there a day or two when the ship arrived, and had yet to really let loose, so meeting the sailors, and getting shit-housed collided. We had to be reminded of a few things the next day, which never makes us proud. A few days later, we ran into one of the guys and he told us that there was a hysterical story going around the ship about his return that evening, mostly via crawling across the deck. He was also late for his watch the next morning, which pretty much solidifies the fact that our service men should NOT hang with the likes of us when they are on leave.

The second set was more of an observance than an occurrence. We were sitting at a bar when two sailors approached. The first one, when asked what he would like from the bartender responded, “Two Jaegerbombs” immediately turning to his mate to say, “Do you want something?” He was serious. We laughed.

The third was a run in with an incredibly self-assured, super-asshole, who wanted to fight someone immediately. It did not matter who it was, or how he would accomplish the feat, he just wanted to fight. This resulted in him getting thrown out of the bar, but not before insulting anyone who would listen, or being an absolute ass bag to us, before apologizing once he realized there would be none of his shit taken from our end. We determined that he really could have been a nice guy, but that his mother probably abandoned him around seventh grade, and everything just went down hill from there.

The last was a quick chat with a few sailor women at a daiquiri bar, who were just as ready to get loose as the gentlemen we had met before them. After this meeting, we mentioned to the handsome one that it never once occurred to us that there were women on that ship. Silly, right? Of course there were women on the ship. It was just that it never registered in our tiny brain, that’s all. The handsome one made a remark about us being sexist, which we did not outright deny. It was kind of hard to at the juncture.

The good news is, we were able to thank some of the men and women who provide us with the freedom we enjoy day-to-day in person, and that our dear friends, is something we wish we could do more often. God knows they deserve it.

Happy Monday, everyone.